Ah, but you're the insidious type--Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.

There was a wonderful atmosphere of gentle age, a smell of flowers and beeswax, sweet yet faintly sour and musty; a smell that makes you feel very tender towards the past.

And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.

Americans do seem to say things which make the English notice England.

And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

Thinking of death--strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off--made me feel happier than ever.